The Life of Carga

Chapter 1

I am a twelve year old, homeless kid who has no parents. I live in a little town called Hoolermark. People say that town is haunted, which explains why there's only eight thousand and four people living there. I'm not scared of that, because I'm the bravest person in Hoolermark! Which is kinda of funny, considering there's only two kids other than me.

There's two boys: Me, which my name is Carga, and Michael. Then there's my other best friend, who is a girl, named Sydney. They all have such normal names. They’re from another country, so their name is different than everybody’s. All of our parents are dead from a plane crash, so we are all homeless, and orphans. We all live in a house Sydney used to live in and we treat each other like siblings. We were all born on the same month, but I'm the oldest, Next Michael; and Sydney the youngest. The house we were living in only had six rooms: a bathroom, my room, Michael's room, Sydney's room, a living room, and a kitchen, which is more of a storage room. The house was filled with debris, which only Sydney knows why. But of course, she doesn’t tell.

The bathroom only has a bad conditioned toilet, a sink that only has sewer water coming out of it, and a bathtub with only freezing cold but fresh water coming out of it. We really just use the bathtub when it comes to drinking water.

My room has an old, used up bed, my pet cat, and a pillow with feathers in it so he can have entertainment. My cat's name is Fireball, because of his noticeable, fire-like fur. The walls were horribly painted; yellow but the paint was fading and coming off. The floor was just plain wood, and I get splinters almost every day from it. To

Sydney's room had the same thing, but instead, the room had an old-looking dresser that only held her “special” stuff. Also, she had a bizarre bed that looked like it was passed on for generations to come. Or she just decorated it to look cool. She also had the only thing that was electronic for us to use: a computer. It was fun to use when we’re bored, when Sydney lets us. We really just played Whinecraft, but there was too much crying in that game.

Michael's room was way different. He had absolutely nothing in his room. Yeah. Nothing. I was surprised at the thought of sleeping on the nasty, rotted wood that's only in HIS room. He’s a weird dude. Believe me, I live with him. The floor was rotting bad and bugs and nasty stuff comes out of it. Don’t worry, he takes a bath every morning, the bugs die in the water. The ceiling was normal, but there was a little crack in it so when it rains, that’s a pain to cover. The walls were just like mine, but it was sky blue.

The living room had an old couch, and a shelf of books we like to read. It also had an old fireplace that we never use. The living room is pretty much the whole house, since it was the biggest.

The kitchen had weird stuff like old toys and rotten food we forgot to keep fresh, which is hard to do. We buy stuff every few days. It also had some board games, or should I say “bored” games that we rarely play. What we really do during the day is just boring stuff like read, but we’re trying new things.

Our favorite books are The Mystery of the Magic Radio, and How to make Magic Taffy. As you can see, we are in love with magic. Our dream is to meet a magic man named Marco Presto. He is a kid lover, but he has a bit of an anger problem, and he once turned a kid into some dust because the kid wouldn't stop talking about his favorite game called Hurricane Disaster! At least, that’s a rumor. Sydney and Michael were a little scared of him, but I'm actually thrilled at meeting him! He’s really old; no one knows how old and he likes to keep things to him. He hasn’t put on a magic show in a LONG time. And when I say that, I mean before I was born! We just read stuff about him; we don’t even know he’s real.

That was just a story about the house, and our hobbies and stuff. Right now, I am reading a story called Magic Dude to my two best friends. “Alright, where did we leave off?” I asked. “At the part when Dude remembers he was trapped in the dragon dungeon.” Michael said. “Right, alright. Settle down.” I said, almost sounding like a parent. I didn’t really like my parents. But I miss them. “Ok: “Aw, man! I, THE DUDE, will get eaten by this red, creepy dragon!” “RRRR AHHHHH!!!” the dragon cried out as Dude slashed the sword to the dragons’ butt. As it died slowly, Dude did the first thing that was kind of emotional, cried! He cried for a few hours because not for the dragon, the dragon ate his whole house, so he was furious at him, he cried because he had a splinter on his toe. How could he get a splinter when he was on some metal? Dude cried and cried, until his eyes popped out! It was all nasty and gross, and bloody, and even the dragon laughed, even though it was dead because it was so funny!